AN: Not sure where this came from but, I thought that this would have been/could have been a fun scene from the movie... Let me know what you think! Enjoy!
Lindy hadn't meant to see, she wasn't spying, just in the wrong place at the wrong time; or so shes telling herself. She sighs and sinks back into her mattress rubbing her hands over her face as the recent memory burned its way through her again.
It was still early; the sun was just lightening the sky. She had tiptoed her way down to the kitchen for a glass of water- she never made it that far. She had rounded the corner of the living room only to stop dead in her tracks. Hunter was standing with his back to her, shirtless, looking out the window lost in thought. In the dim light she couldn t help her eyes roving over his back and the scars and tattoos that rested there. A few of the sinuous black lines vanished under the waistband of the black Levis he wore slung low on his hips. Others snaked over his shoulders.
Her fingers had twitched as she backed, back around the corner, and sank back soundlessly against the wall. Over the past few weeks she had found herself intrigued by the scars, tattoos and half healed cuts that marred her hosts face. At first a little shocking she had recently found herself thinking that they were strangely beautiful. She had never really considered that they had extended below the collar of his shirt, until now. She flushed slightly. If anything they drew attention to his physique, rather than detracting attention. She had, much to her chagrin, been fighting butterflies when he was around, ever since he saved her, picked her up as if it was nothing. She wanted to ask if the cuts hurt, but hadn't found the courage too, yet. Once she wondered if the metal would be warm or cool- that thought she had successfully banished, but now it was back with a vengeance. She glanced, no this time she really did peak, around the corner.
Hunter had turned around and was seated on the window ledge head resting against the glass, eyes closed. Now that it was a little lighter she could see that he had his headphones in. Small mercies, he wouldn't have hear her. On the skin over his heart there was a thorny knot that branched out, sending out tendrils over his torso, meeting up with others that wound up from his arms.
She had scurried, no fled, soundlessly back to her room, quest for water forgotten, and flopped onto her bed. She took a deep breath and tried to sort herself out. She was a embarrassed for having stumbled into his private moment, more so for having lingered. But more than anything she was curious and disconcerted to find that she wanted to touch him, to trace the lines up his back and over his shoulders, to know if the metal really was warm or cool.
How it would feel to have him hold me close? Lindy snapped her eyes open and jerked, sitting up abruptly, heart hammering in her chest. Where did that come from? Her heart skipped and stuttered as the butterflies returned as the truth hit her with all of the subtly of a run away freight train.
I've fallen for him, hard.